Two for Ron Santo and the Hall of Fame
By Stuart Shea
The Hall of Fame’s honor and riches
Ron Santo deserved without pitches.
. But denied for too long
. Was the man’s well-earned song
By an old bunch of sons of bitches.
.
by Cary Donham
Ron’s a hero to folks diabetic
‘Cause on the field he was super-kinetic
. Whether diving for balls
. Or arguing calls
Or clicking his heels so aesthetic
No Joy in Mudville
by Jim Siergey
This World Series sure done went screwy
with champs being wild card St. Looey
. Midwest thinks it’s grand
. but Cubs fans sneer and
collectively catcall, “Ah, Phooey!”
Cardinals: Don’t Hate Us Cuz We Win
by Alan P. Rudy
A Cubs fan laments of Cardinal success,
In the face of Philly’s utter Yankee-ness,
And Arizona’s owner’s militant anti-immigrant mess,
Of Milwaukee’s ties to the Commish’s anti-player caress…
Fans of cursed fate are sad to witness.
Chillinois, You Put Me in a Frozen State
by Hilary Barta
There’s a pall on the breeze in the air
Though there’s ball, for the freeze they prepare
. In Chicago the fans
. make their long winter plans
as they fall on their knees in despair
Flame Thrower
by Hilary Barta
Zambrano’s again under fire
for wanting to early retire
. The combustible hothead
. is just a big knothead
who’d ignite his own funeral pyre
Hilary Barta’s limericks on movies, comics and pop culture can be found every day at LimerWrecks.
